Atmosphere
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"1597"
"1597"
[Slug:]
Hence forth, step within my psychoanalysis
Callouses upon my mind make me strain for my lines
Out I ripped it, squeeeeezed the brain: it made some liquid
Drained it in a cup and then I sipped it
Atmosphere! The mic let me clutch it
Thoughts take flight so fit the Slug in your pipe and take a puff kid
Fuck it! I heat it like a tea pot - steam hot
Upon the roof: shoot a marble with the verbal slingshot
Take aim, here I came, I'm the same
Back in '86, I'da tag my name upon your window pane
Stained the mind: a deep shade of residue
Voices within the head make choices multiple
Multiply Spawn, Slug a little buzz
And Atmosphere the scuds, cause here come the judge
Blasted; so past the kid a mic so we can paint this
Image of the gifted-anxious, to flip the language
It's the noun meltdown from the outer-shell
Now smell the burning flesh fresh from the hell-bound
And come on down here, this mind path, I'm half-
Mathematic Atmospheric staff with the rhyme craft
Comin to capture, your after-laughter
While I'm hangin from this rafter, I have to rip this rapture
Cause the cramps in my stomach, dismantle
When I tamper with your amplifier, damn-you die...
[Talking:]
Why try?
The sky presents an eternally unfolding spectacle:
One moment puffs of cumulous clouds get across it
And next a billowing thunderhead
Perhaps 10 miles high looms over the horizon
Probing the structure of the sky...
Why try?
[Slug:]
Cause I can read an emcee from front to back
From the cover to the classified - I've pacified
My mind with my rhyme skills - I climb hills
And leap, foolish twitch with a single bound
Sending tingles down your spine, designed to swing a pound
This ax_handle_tripled inch_spike_protruding
From the tip of my mic distrubuting fuckin headshots
Shots to your head, now your're knee-deep, you need sleep
As you trutch thru the sludge and the slugs and the bird shit
We swarm with the bees and diseases
And even if your deejay was Jesus, you could never fuck with these kids
I've swarmed with the bees and diseases
And even if your deejay was Jesus, you could never fuck with these kids
[Spawn:]
Yea muthafucka! you know who you fuckin with
You know what kind ass whooping comes with this
Your whole crew could get some of this,
Your wack ass fuck kids is what the subject is
Roughnecks live, for only a second
Then they give oblivion's, what you've stepped in
Your reps token, should have been lookin
I'm sick of you bitch-ass crews when:
You tried take what's not your but 'cha couldn't
Take mine, your fake rhymes - spit them you shouldn't
What will it be now? another victory
Ayo who will it be now? it's Spawn that emcee
Complete, a true champ - stamped that on my essence
Amped shootin presence, fattenin each fuckin sentence
When it's time, then it's time to go
That's what I know, be rippin mics at every show we flow
But who's got my back though?
[Slug:]
Stress, Beyond, ANT, the Slug
[Spawn:]
So you bests be on your way before there's trouble...
"1597"
[Slug:]
Hence forth, step within my psychoanalysis
Callouses upon my mind make me strain for my lines
Out I ripped it, squeeeeezed the brain: it made some liquid
Drained it in a cup and then I sipped it
Atmosphere! The mic let me clutch it
Thoughts take flight so fit the Slug in your pipe and take a puff kid
Fuck it! I heat it like a tea pot - steam hot
Upon the roof: shoot a marble with the verbal slingshot
Take aim, here I came, I'm the same
Back in '86, I'da tag my name upon your window pane
Stained the mind: a deep shade of residue
Voices within the head make choices multiple
Multiply Spawn, Slug a little buzz
And Atmosphere the scuds, cause here come the judge
Blasted; so past the kid a mic so we can paint this
Image of the gifted-anxious, to flip the language
It's the noun meltdown from the outer-shell
Now smell the burning flesh fresh from the hell-bound
And come on down here, this mind path, I'm half-
Mathematic Atmospheric staff with the rhyme craft
Comin to capture, your after-laughter
While I'm hangin from this rafter, I have to rip this rapture
Cause the cramps in my stomach, dismantle
When I tamper with your amplifier, damn-you die...
[Talking:]
Why try?
The sky presents an eternally unfolding spectacle:
One moment puffs of cumulous clouds get across it
And next a billowing thunderhead
Perhaps 10 miles high looms over the horizon
Probing the structure of the sky...
Why try?
[Slug:]
Cause I can read an emcee from front to back
From the cover to the classified - I've pacified
My mind with my rhyme skills - I climb hills
And leap, foolish twitch with a single bound
Sending tingles down your spine, designed to swing a pound
This ax_handle_tripled inch_spike_protruding
From the tip of my mic distrubuting fuckin headshots
Shots to your head, now your're knee-deep, you need sleep
As you trutch thru the sludge and the slugs and the bird shit
We swarm with the bees and diseases
And even if your deejay was Jesus, you could never fuck with these kids
I've swarmed with the bees and diseases
And even if your deejay was Jesus, you could never fuck with these kids
[Spawn:]
Yea muthafucka! you know who you fuckin with
You know what kind ass whooping comes with this
Your whole crew could get some of this,
Your wack ass fuck kids is what the subject is
Roughnecks live, for only a second
Then they give oblivion's, what you've stepped in
Your reps token, should have been lookin
I'm sick of you bitch-ass crews when:
You tried take what's not your but 'cha couldn't
Take mine, your fake rhymes - spit them you shouldn't
What will it be now? another victory
Ayo who will it be now? it's Spawn that emcee
Complete, a true champ - stamped that on my essence
Amped shootin presence, fattenin each fuckin sentence
When it's time, then it's time to go
That's what I know, be rippin mics at every show we flow
But who's got my back though?
[Slug:]
Stress, Beyond, ANT, the Slug
[Spawn:]
So you bests be on your way before there's trouble...
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"3.2 Red Dog"
"3.2 Red Dog"
One of those nights
Warm beer, cold women
I just don't fit in
It goes 1, it goes 2, it goes
3-2 red dog in the hoodie
Too much "person" in your "ality", the friction could be
Should we continue with dialogue as I study these new faces
I would fix my shoe laces, but the room place was
Shoes cut loose at the front door
Got dirty socks, I'm on the floor
And thoughts is what I hunt for
Driftin in and out of conversations I know nothing about
Fuck your topics, I didn't come to see you
But yo I'm here, might as well make the worst of this warm shitty beer
And I'm nursin it, and cursin it
I'm sick of it, but still grippin it and sippin it
Hopin it'll dull the pain of the sight of your lips flippin' shit
So here I sit, inside my atmosphere
I don't know a single motherfucker here
But maybe that's my fear
Pull out my notebook and let go
Intro-spectro cep
Not so pleased to meet you
And I hate techno
I only came to see the girl that lives here
TW #11, cold women warm beer [2X]
"3.2 Red Dog"
One of those nights
Warm beer, cold women
I just don't fit in
It goes 1, it goes 2, it goes
3-2 red dog in the hoodie
Too much "person" in your "ality", the friction could be
Should we continue with dialogue as I study these new faces
I would fix my shoe laces, but the room place was
Shoes cut loose at the front door
Got dirty socks, I'm on the floor
And thoughts is what I hunt for
Driftin in and out of conversations I know nothing about
Fuck your topics, I didn't come to see you
But yo I'm here, might as well make the worst of this warm shitty beer
And I'm nursin it, and cursin it
I'm sick of it, but still grippin it and sippin it
Hopin it'll dull the pain of the sight of your lips flippin' shit
So here I sit, inside my atmosphere
I don't know a single motherfucker here
But maybe that's my fear
Pull out my notebook and let go
Intro-spectro cep
Not so pleased to meet you
And I hate techno
I only came to see the girl that lives here
TW #11, cold women warm beer [2X]
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"4:30 AM"
"4:30 AM"
[El-P:]
So Tootsie Roll the fuck back to your seat cause I don't like you
[Slug:]
Hey Spawn tell me a joke
Hahahahaha
Hey yo Spawn, what you doing?
Hahahaha!
[Slug:]
I sever heads just to sharpen my skills
Zoom in on braids like a John Carpenter kills
Surprise, that's the element, your confidence is delicate
Never recuperates, I leave your mutant sell of it
Break the victim down to a jelly consistency
The brain twisted spits, now tell me who gets with me
I felt they were listening and the smell of fear amps me
Sweet tooth, room full of candy wrappers, I get antsy
Mission activated, attention captivated
Vocals ring bring the so-called king unstages assassinated
You're nice, where you from?
That's the question I ask
Distraction got struck pull their heart out their ass
To blast this nuclear, when the crew appears
So sheek shelter, the only helpful advice
Is that you should steer clear of the exits
I take reps and make messes
Broken, when the spot closes we're off to breakfast
Invested breath, skills, adrenaline
Refill the guth into my hut to build with the pentagon
From Henipen to Lexington the first section conquered
Laid seeds in the soil, preeped to props and on 'em [?]
[Spawn:]
It's 4: 30 AM, do you know where your head's at?
It's 4: 30 AM, do you know where your head's at?
It's 4: 30 AM, do you know where your head's at?
It's 4: 30 AM, do you know where your head's at?
[Slug:]
Can't expect everyone to see shit the way I see it
Can't expect anyone to be dope the way I be it
So be it, atmospherly stew like sunbeams
To snap you like a bungee when the Sayers takes the country
Hungry, and this emptyness makes me grumpy
Take an emcee, stuff him between some bread cheese and lunch me
It's just a snack, rely on Ant to thrust a track
Into the mind as I slip behind the whack and crush his back
Must react, if we don't we have no work
So I stomp them, let a steam remove remains upon the astroturf
Now who's eager? To be made a believer?
It wakes the dead when I shake a rival's head until his teeth hurt
Need jerk, when I yank your brain into a beaver
And melt the weak channels in your receiver
You need to keep your beaver in your pants
Fuck your leisure and your plans
I wear a Van Halen T-shirt
Bust a stance and crush your plans
It's all inside the flows balance, we figure well
Your style has the personality of a speak-and-spell
You need development to reach the plateau I'm at
So take a fat step back so I don't mistake you as a bat
[Spawn]
It's 4: 30 AM, do you know where your head's at?
It's 4: 30 AM, do you know where your head's at?
It's 4: 30 AM, do you know where your head's at?
It's 4: 30 AM, do you know where your head's at?
"4:30 AM"
[El-P:]
So Tootsie Roll the fuck back to your seat cause I don't like you
[Slug:]
Hey Spawn tell me a joke
Hahahahaha
Hey yo Spawn, what you doing?
Hahahaha!
[Slug:]
I sever heads just to sharpen my skills
Zoom in on braids like a John Carpenter kills
Surprise, that's the element, your confidence is delicate
Never recuperates, I leave your mutant sell of it
Break the victim down to a jelly consistency
The brain twisted spits, now tell me who gets with me
I felt they were listening and the smell of fear amps me
Sweet tooth, room full of candy wrappers, I get antsy
Mission activated, attention captivated
Vocals ring bring the so-called king unstages assassinated
You're nice, where you from?
That's the question I ask
Distraction got struck pull their heart out their ass
To blast this nuclear, when the crew appears
So sheek shelter, the only helpful advice
Is that you should steer clear of the exits
I take reps and make messes
Broken, when the spot closes we're off to breakfast
Invested breath, skills, adrenaline
Refill the guth into my hut to build with the pentagon
From Henipen to Lexington the first section conquered
Laid seeds in the soil, preeped to props and on 'em [?]
[Spawn:]
It's 4: 30 AM, do you know where your head's at?
It's 4: 30 AM, do you know where your head's at?
It's 4: 30 AM, do you know where your head's at?
It's 4: 30 AM, do you know where your head's at?
[Slug:]
Can't expect everyone to see shit the way I see it
Can't expect anyone to be dope the way I be it
So be it, atmospherly stew like sunbeams
To snap you like a bungee when the Sayers takes the country
Hungry, and this emptyness makes me grumpy
Take an emcee, stuff him between some bread cheese and lunch me
It's just a snack, rely on Ant to thrust a track
Into the mind as I slip behind the whack and crush his back
Must react, if we don't we have no work
So I stomp them, let a steam remove remains upon the astroturf
Now who's eager? To be made a believer?
It wakes the dead when I shake a rival's head until his teeth hurt
Need jerk, when I yank your brain into a beaver
And melt the weak channels in your receiver
You need to keep your beaver in your pants
Fuck your leisure and your plans
I wear a Van Halen T-shirt
Bust a stance and crush your plans
It's all inside the flows balance, we figure well
Your style has the personality of a speak-and-spell
You need development to reach the plateau I'm at
So take a fat step back so I don't mistake you as a bat
[Spawn]
It's 4: 30 AM, do you know where your head's at?
It's 4: 30 AM, do you know where your head's at?
It's 4: 30 AM, do you know where your head's at?
It's 4: 30 AM, do you know where your head's at?
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"66th Street"
"66th Street"
Hi, can I help you?
[Verse 1]
I think it was a Sunday, sometime in January
I could be wrong and I guess it isn't necessary
But I remember that the ground was made of snow
And if you went outside, you better take your coat
I must have been nineteen years old
I had a cashier job at a convenience store
Working the counter making minimum doe
Selling discount smokes to the neighbourhood folk
I didn't pay much thought to his ski mask
It's Minnesota man, your face will freeze fast
But I bet that I looked sorta dumb
When I first caught sight of his bright orange gun
There I am, adrenaline high and
Tryin to decide how I feel about his right hand
Is that a goddamn? Wait a minute
It is a flare gun and guess where he's aiming it
You probably ain't here to win the lottery
So you obviously gotta be robbin me
He nodded his head so opened up the till
And grabbed a paper bag for the money cause I know the drill
I handed him the cash and the food stamps
He just stood there looking all confused and
I'm thinking "Yo, why the fuck ain't he movin?"
C'mon crazy white boy, don't do somethin stupid
That bag is worth maybe two-thirty
Not enough for you to pull the trigger back and burn me
By now you should be down the street
Ain't you never seen the way they do this shit on TV?
Yeah it was fun but it's done, now get out
"Ah, do you want me lay down on the ground and start countin crops?"
Before the ski way even started noddin
I was already on that, one one-thousand, two one-thousand
The front door beeped, I heard him leave
So I called my boss and the Richfield police
Gotta close the shop and lock the doors
Cause some trailer trash just robbed the store
[Phone call between Slug and police officers]
[Verse 2]
Everybody acted so suspicious
I guess the flare gun story seemed fictitious
Are you accusing me of petty embezzlement?
Don't you see my left over adrenaline?
Bosses and cops can't be my friend
Never felt loyalty to either again
And to keep it real, the irony didn't set
Until a year later when I got fired for stealing cigarettes
"66th Street"
Hi, can I help you?
[Verse 1]
I think it was a Sunday, sometime in January
I could be wrong and I guess it isn't necessary
But I remember that the ground was made of snow
And if you went outside, you better take your coat
I must have been nineteen years old
I had a cashier job at a convenience store
Working the counter making minimum doe
Selling discount smokes to the neighbourhood folk
I didn't pay much thought to his ski mask
It's Minnesota man, your face will freeze fast
But I bet that I looked sorta dumb
When I first caught sight of his bright orange gun
There I am, adrenaline high and
Tryin to decide how I feel about his right hand
Is that a goddamn? Wait a minute
It is a flare gun and guess where he's aiming it
You probably ain't here to win the lottery
So you obviously gotta be robbin me
He nodded his head so opened up the till
And grabbed a paper bag for the money cause I know the drill
I handed him the cash and the food stamps
He just stood there looking all confused and
I'm thinking "Yo, why the fuck ain't he movin?"
C'mon crazy white boy, don't do somethin stupid
That bag is worth maybe two-thirty
Not enough for you to pull the trigger back and burn me
By now you should be down the street
Ain't you never seen the way they do this shit on TV?
Yeah it was fun but it's done, now get out
"Ah, do you want me lay down on the ground and start countin crops?"
Before the ski way even started noddin
I was already on that, one one-thousand, two one-thousand
The front door beeped, I heard him leave
So I called my boss and the Richfield police
Gotta close the shop and lock the doors
Cause some trailer trash just robbed the store
[Phone call between Slug and police officers]
[Verse 2]
Everybody acted so suspicious
I guess the flare gun story seemed fictitious
Are you accusing me of petty embezzlement?
Don't you see my left over adrenaline?
Bosses and cops can't be my friend
Never felt loyalty to either again
And to keep it real, the irony didn't set
Until a year later when I got fired for stealing cigarettes
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- 06.07.2010
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"7th St. Entry"
"7th St. Entry"
Now see, maybe if your tag was dope
I'd actually lend a little credibility to your statements
But honestly, your penmanship's fucked
The way I see it, someone should at least slap you for even holding a marker
I hope the kid who wrote my name in the entry bathroom
Has the nuts and time for us to sit and chat soon
So I can ask 'em "Why the fuck am I on your mind bitch?"
You could've signed it, but stayed silent cause you're spineless
If you was a man, you'd come at me on the mic level
But you're light yellow just like the walls on which you write fellow
When I first viewed it, I'll admit it had me quite pissed
But now I've accepted it, in fact I kind of like this
I really wish I knew your identity
Probably not even an emcee, just another who pretends to be
Or maybe the jealousy of one who's baby-baby has eyes for me
It's nineteen-ninety-sev', nothing surprises me
Envy can make a motherfucker immature
So can boredom, a buzz or the curse of being insecure
C'mon now, some little trick with a marker and a chip
on his shoulder don't mean shit, I want the world in my grip
I bet your girl's on my dick, she digs the skills
She's a bigger head than you, so give me head and head for the hills
Little bitch, donkey dick sucking ass-fuck
Glue sniffing, half a testicle base head selling plasma
Publicity, good or bad, the same to an emcee
I think I found your limits to fame over on Seventh Street
I dedicate my name to those who view me as an enemy
and I'ma mark the planet for every mark in the entry
Entry, enter me
What's funny about the whole shit
is that like two, maybe three years from now
You little cockroaches that talk shit about me and my crew
are gonna be thanking us for kicking down the door
and putting this shit on the globe
Britches, y'all wanna burn bridges?
Just remember in the back of your bitch mind that I'm partially responsible
for anyone tryna hear your wack ass to begin with
And to that child who writes about me in the Seventh Street bathroom
Thanks for buying our tapes, you can size me up
and I hope your first born never learns how to read
Sincerely Slug, Atmosphere
A subdivision of Rhymesayers Entertainment motherfucker
Enter me, study me, cause I know that you know that
(Eventually, suddenly) Size me up
Enter me, study me, cause I know that you know that
(Eventually, suddenly) Size me up
Enter me, study me, cause I know that you know that
(Eventually, suddenly) Size me up
Enter me, study me, cause I know that you know that
(Eventually, suddenly)
(Eventually, you will suddenly see a fist to your jaw, a clap in that ass)
"7th St. Entry"
Now see, maybe if your tag was dope
I'd actually lend a little credibility to your statements
But honestly, your penmanship's fucked
The way I see it, someone should at least slap you for even holding a marker
I hope the kid who wrote my name in the entry bathroom
Has the nuts and time for us to sit and chat soon
So I can ask 'em "Why the fuck am I on your mind bitch?"
You could've signed it, but stayed silent cause you're spineless
If you was a man, you'd come at me on the mic level
But you're light yellow just like the walls on which you write fellow
When I first viewed it, I'll admit it had me quite pissed
But now I've accepted it, in fact I kind of like this
I really wish I knew your identity
Probably not even an emcee, just another who pretends to be
Or maybe the jealousy of one who's baby-baby has eyes for me
It's nineteen-ninety-sev', nothing surprises me
Envy can make a motherfucker immature
So can boredom, a buzz or the curse of being insecure
C'mon now, some little trick with a marker and a chip
on his shoulder don't mean shit, I want the world in my grip
I bet your girl's on my dick, she digs the skills
She's a bigger head than you, so give me head and head for the hills
Little bitch, donkey dick sucking ass-fuck
Glue sniffing, half a testicle base head selling plasma
Publicity, good or bad, the same to an emcee
I think I found your limits to fame over on Seventh Street
I dedicate my name to those who view me as an enemy
and I'ma mark the planet for every mark in the entry
Entry, enter me
What's funny about the whole shit
is that like two, maybe three years from now
You little cockroaches that talk shit about me and my crew
are gonna be thanking us for kicking down the door
and putting this shit on the globe
Britches, y'all wanna burn bridges?
Just remember in the back of your bitch mind that I'm partially responsible
for anyone tryna hear your wack ass to begin with
And to that child who writes about me in the Seventh Street bathroom
Thanks for buying our tapes, you can size me up
and I hope your first born never learns how to read
Sincerely Slug, Atmosphere
A subdivision of Rhymesayers Entertainment motherfucker
Enter me, study me, cause I know that you know that
(Eventually, suddenly) Size me up
Enter me, study me, cause I know that you know that
(Eventually, suddenly) Size me up
Enter me, study me, cause I know that you know that
(Eventually, suddenly) Size me up
Enter me, study me, cause I know that you know that
(Eventually, suddenly)
(Eventually, you will suddenly see a fist to your jaw, a clap in that ass)
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"A Girl Named Hope"
"A Girl Named Hope"
She abandoned me left out in the cold
No suprises I guess that's how it goes
Sits across from me in a booth in this dive
I contemplate how much more I can survive
But- I'm alive so I should be content
Then tell why the hell my whole world is bent
I was send to make and frustrate the population
Inbetween the alcohol and the copulation
What you callin' it
If you build it I will break it
What's wrong, how you doin'
Naa, save it
Gave a fraction of all I had to give
I guess I hold a grudge beacause you still got my rib, with cha
Beautiful eyes, and scrupulous lies
Now watch this circusclown run around in circles and try
Seems like all I get to eat is Hope
Girl if we got along better we'd be dope
Oh walls, they surround me
Lonliness has found me
And for as much as I complain
I'm lovin' it
And I only mention it so that I can rub it in
Wake up to the sunlike, shake off last night
Check what's left and try to get the rest right
Decision, splitting, headache, lifting
Symptoms, matching,
Mama was afraid of it
Knowledge of self ain't as evil as they made it
Call it what you want
If you build it they will break it
The plain, the truth, there's no substitute
But sometimes she wears a disguise- yes you do
A story teller deals with life not Hope
Girl if we got along better we'd be dope
And that's the sound that a dog will make
When he's just been hit by a car
That's the tone that, hits close to home
When the cocaine outlives the star
That the noise, that disrupts the boys
When the q-ball packs the bowl
And these are the words that disturb the earth
When I walk away with your Hope
"A Girl Named Hope"
She abandoned me left out in the cold
No suprises I guess that's how it goes
Sits across from me in a booth in this dive
I contemplate how much more I can survive
But- I'm alive so I should be content
Then tell why the hell my whole world is bent
I was send to make and frustrate the population
Inbetween the alcohol and the copulation
What you callin' it
If you build it I will break it
What's wrong, how you doin'
Naa, save it
Gave a fraction of all I had to give
I guess I hold a grudge beacause you still got my rib, with cha
Beautiful eyes, and scrupulous lies
Now watch this circusclown run around in circles and try
Seems like all I get to eat is Hope
Girl if we got along better we'd be dope
Oh walls, they surround me
Lonliness has found me
And for as much as I complain
I'm lovin' it
And I only mention it so that I can rub it in
Wake up to the sunlike, shake off last night
Check what's left and try to get the rest right
Decision, splitting, headache, lifting
Symptoms, matching,
Mama was afraid of it
Knowledge of self ain't as evil as they made it
Call it what you want
If you build it they will break it
The plain, the truth, there's no substitute
But sometimes she wears a disguise- yes you do
A story teller deals with life not Hope
Girl if we got along better we'd be dope
And that's the sound that a dog will make
When he's just been hit by a car
That's the tone that, hits close to home
When the cocaine outlives the star
That the noise, that disrupts the boys
When the q-ball packs the bowl
And these are the words that disturb the earth
When I walk away with your Hope
MODERATOR
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- 06.07.2010
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"A Song About A Friend"
"A Song About A Friend"
[Slug]
These headphones keep me from rememberin' (rememberin')
Also guilty of letting me not forget (also guilty)
What type of harvest will September bring? (beckoning)
Everyone to put him to that test (Somebody please kill me)
I've got a sickness, it feels like love
It's not contagious, take off the gloves
Drop your defenses, apply a coat of perfect
I'll form the sentences you try to interpret
It'd all be so simple if I was rich (But I'm not)
But I'm not so I compensate with thought (I got a lot)
I got a lot of nothin' that you need to know (Ay yo)
You would think he wasn't aware of the glow (Where'd you go?)
Swimmin' in a bottle of imposters
Losin' my ground in the name of takin' it farther
We can thumb wrestle or we can make a daughter
I thought it was supposed to get easier when you worked harder
Stole the city, I still feel helpless
Baited the hook and caught me a shellfish (?selfish?)
I'm gonna gut it, clean it, cook it, feed it to a she(?)
And see if I can get her to need me
[Chorus x2]
And now I'm standin' at the bottom of the steps
And if I tilt my head a little I can look up her dress
And I'm willin' to bet that she'd move if she knew
So I'ma tap her on the shoulder, I'ma give her a clue
[Slug]
All it takes is a stroll down the street
A pro and he greets and he sold the life to me
Showed you the meaning of the artery he keeps on the end of his sleeve
As he pretends he can breathe
Lend me a piece of your superiority
I feel alone on this mission, I'm wishin' there was more of me
A pair of me, apparently I'm a parasite caught inside a paradox
A paradise, a parody, the hair police have got what you need
For you to get over me and move on with Godspeed
I'd let it all go and break eggs for a livin'
If I wasn't so conditioned to just take what I'm given
Get it, got it, catch it, caught it, and lost it
Yet I can't stop it, it's embedded in my optics
Plus the frustration is a product of the gossip
If you can't walk away can you at least change the topic?
Overextended the amount of time allotted
Broke the engine, I don't know, cracked the block
Now I'm standin' at this gravel roadside festival
And I ain't tryin' to move cause this view is incredible
[Chorus x2]
Standin' at the bottom of the steps
And if I tilt my head a little I can look up her dress
And I'm willin' to bet that she'd move if she knew
So I'ma tap her on the shoulder, I'ma give her a clue
[Slug]
Fall in love with all of she (Fall in love with all of she)
Hasn't stopped callin' me (Hasn't stopped callin' me)
Message in a bottle (There's a message in a bottle)
And I stepped inside a pothole (I stepped inside a pothole)
Somehow forgot my name (Somehow forgot my name)
Blew out the flame (She blew out the flame)
A means to an end (A means to an end)
Can't even be friends, it's a song about a friend
She's still in my dreams (She steals all my dreams)
Angel spread your wings (Angel spread your wings)
Tryin' to comprehend (I'm still tryin' to comprehend)
Can't even be friends, it's a song about a friend
"A Song About A Friend"
[Slug]
These headphones keep me from rememberin' (rememberin')
Also guilty of letting me not forget (also guilty)
What type of harvest will September bring? (beckoning)
Everyone to put him to that test (Somebody please kill me)
I've got a sickness, it feels like love
It's not contagious, take off the gloves
Drop your defenses, apply a coat of perfect
I'll form the sentences you try to interpret
It'd all be so simple if I was rich (But I'm not)
But I'm not so I compensate with thought (I got a lot)
I got a lot of nothin' that you need to know (Ay yo)
You would think he wasn't aware of the glow (Where'd you go?)
Swimmin' in a bottle of imposters
Losin' my ground in the name of takin' it farther
We can thumb wrestle or we can make a daughter
I thought it was supposed to get easier when you worked harder
Stole the city, I still feel helpless
Baited the hook and caught me a shellfish (?selfish?)
I'm gonna gut it, clean it, cook it, feed it to a she(?)
And see if I can get her to need me
[Chorus x2]
And now I'm standin' at the bottom of the steps
And if I tilt my head a little I can look up her dress
And I'm willin' to bet that she'd move if she knew
So I'ma tap her on the shoulder, I'ma give her a clue
[Slug]
All it takes is a stroll down the street
A pro and he greets and he sold the life to me
Showed you the meaning of the artery he keeps on the end of his sleeve
As he pretends he can breathe
Lend me a piece of your superiority
I feel alone on this mission, I'm wishin' there was more of me
A pair of me, apparently I'm a parasite caught inside a paradox
A paradise, a parody, the hair police have got what you need
For you to get over me and move on with Godspeed
I'd let it all go and break eggs for a livin'
If I wasn't so conditioned to just take what I'm given
Get it, got it, catch it, caught it, and lost it
Yet I can't stop it, it's embedded in my optics
Plus the frustration is a product of the gossip
If you can't walk away can you at least change the topic?
Overextended the amount of time allotted
Broke the engine, I don't know, cracked the block
Now I'm standin' at this gravel roadside festival
And I ain't tryin' to move cause this view is incredible
[Chorus x2]
Standin' at the bottom of the steps
And if I tilt my head a little I can look up her dress
And I'm willin' to bet that she'd move if she knew
So I'ma tap her on the shoulder, I'ma give her a clue
[Slug]
Fall in love with all of she (Fall in love with all of she)
Hasn't stopped callin' me (Hasn't stopped callin' me)
Message in a bottle (There's a message in a bottle)
And I stepped inside a pothole (I stepped inside a pothole)
Somehow forgot my name (Somehow forgot my name)
Blew out the flame (She blew out the flame)
A means to an end (A means to an end)
Can't even be friends, it's a song about a friend
She's still in my dreams (She steals all my dreams)
Angel spread your wings (Angel spread your wings)
Tryin' to comprehend (I'm still tryin' to comprehend)
Can't even be friends, it's a song about a friend
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.266
"A Tall Seven And Seven"
"A Tall Seven And Seven"
Yo can I get a Seven and Seven over here?
Yo can I get a Cranberry Citron?
A tall one?
No, no, lemme get a Newcastle, a Newcastle
Yo homie
Had I known
That you'd a grown
Into a full-blown example of how to act like an asshole
I never would have introduced you to booze and skipping school
'Cause right now I feel responsible to find an answer
Yo, yo, back in junior high when you and I started getting high
Life was just a joke, we was too young to know the punch-line
And you would sooner die then realize you're running out of time
Who's to decide there's no more recess after lunch-time
Bam, here you am, intoxicated again
Yo, how you doin' man?
Yeah it's good to see you
Bam, here you am, intoxicated again
He used to be my man, understand?
I believe you've slightly exceeded (slight exceeded)
How many of them drinks that you think you need when
You're trying to boost the bonus points and reinforce your voice
But I'm not trying to walk within your obnoxiousness (hell naw)
We used to be friends back in the day when you had direction
But that was before your brain felt that infection
And I ain't claiming innocence
I was right there with you then
I'm just sayin'
While we was waiting to move up, some of us grew up
We all knew what the difference between wrong and right was
Sometimes the line blurred, when we was influenced by a light buzz
But from what I see, you've established the persona
Basis, built from foundation, for emulating the genre, drama
Without taking a moment to ponder, the trail of karma that you've weaved
Through the field that you've wandered
No longer am I shocked by the things you do
I'm just confused as to why it's gotta be me to confront you
I guess nobody else gives a damn
So I gotta go for self, 'cause I'm a man
Understand?
And you can take it as concern
Or you can see it as your ego getting burned
Either way, tonight yo, one of us is gonna learn
And I guess nobody else gives a damn
But see I do
Because you used to be my man, understand?
And even if it means you beat me down to the cement
It's all love, I need to see you stick around until the end
Bam, intoxicated again (right?)
Bam, intoxicated again ('cause I'm a man, understand?)
"A Tall Seven And Seven"
Yo can I get a Seven and Seven over here?
Yo can I get a Cranberry Citron?
A tall one?
No, no, lemme get a Newcastle, a Newcastle
Yo homie
Had I known
That you'd a grown
Into a full-blown example of how to act like an asshole
I never would have introduced you to booze and skipping school
'Cause right now I feel responsible to find an answer
Yo, yo, back in junior high when you and I started getting high
Life was just a joke, we was too young to know the punch-line
And you would sooner die then realize you're running out of time
Who's to decide there's no more recess after lunch-time
Bam, here you am, intoxicated again
Yo, how you doin' man?
Yeah it's good to see you
Bam, here you am, intoxicated again
He used to be my man, understand?
I believe you've slightly exceeded (slight exceeded)
How many of them drinks that you think you need when
You're trying to boost the bonus points and reinforce your voice
But I'm not trying to walk within your obnoxiousness (hell naw)
We used to be friends back in the day when you had direction
But that was before your brain felt that infection
And I ain't claiming innocence
I was right there with you then
I'm just sayin'
While we was waiting to move up, some of us grew up
We all knew what the difference between wrong and right was
Sometimes the line blurred, when we was influenced by a light buzz
But from what I see, you've established the persona
Basis, built from foundation, for emulating the genre, drama
Without taking a moment to ponder, the trail of karma that you've weaved
Through the field that you've wandered
No longer am I shocked by the things you do
I'm just confused as to why it's gotta be me to confront you
I guess nobody else gives a damn
So I gotta go for self, 'cause I'm a man
Understand?
And you can take it as concern
Or you can see it as your ego getting burned
Either way, tonight yo, one of us is gonna learn
And I guess nobody else gives a damn
But see I do
Because you used to be my man, understand?
And even if it means you beat me down to the cement
It's all love, I need to see you stick around until the end
Bam, intoxicated again (right?)
Bam, intoxicated again ('cause I'm a man, understand?)
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.266
"Adjust"
(feat. Beyond)
"Adjust"
(feat. Beyond)
[Verse 1: Slug]
I woke up on the wrong side of my head
converts the day into search for awake until I go to bed
I drove up, but misplaced the directions they learned
ignored the arrows and the signs
just follow the sense
I don't know whether or not you can comprehend
levers and knobs got stripped and that was just within the launch of it
they found me up in up to my neck
all they saw was his head on top the ocean
it didn't stop the motion,
they kept goin'
perfect, didn't recognize Slug
or the effects he'd have when he disrupts the class
mission bound, twisting around my realm of lost
cash is expensive, I think O can smell the cost
decomposure, something died right behind that wall
TV gave me all I needed
it only took a phone call
paid by the minute
85%'s a second coming
all over the breasts of she who left the water running
flood the basement, drowned the MC's and centipedes
filed complaints, civil suits and try to sue the sidle tendancies
energy drained, drain plugged -- hence the flood
find the fault line, shift plate, take blame off of Slug
[Beyond]
Adjustments - they need to be constructed,
Adjustments - they need to be constructed,
Adjustments - they need to be constructed,
Adjustments - they need to be constructed,
Adjustments
[Verse 2: Slug]
Aiyo Money lets sit down if you've got the time
cuz if can take the time I've got some substance on my mind
no I don't really know you, but i know who you are
we've spoke a few times, joked a few times
we even toked a few times
I can remember one time purchasing weed from you once
yeah it was worth it
one time we even discussed maybe hooking up and workin'
it didn't happen, but that's not the reason for this
I know I should just get to the point
so lets all get to the point
but lets all get to the point
you may get pissed at what I'm about to spit
bottom line is mad or not somebody needs to say this shit
when I'm finished, you might wanna fight
but I don't wanna fight, i've seen you fight
go ahead get wild, and I'll still smile for bein' right
see me and mics are like marriage -- make's life complete
and you've been fuckin' with nasal drugs renders love obsolete
I dare to speak upon you, not to front on you
but I'd rather address this here matter
than have to duck and shun you
it's getting close to harvest, time to count your livestock
all I've got for a hype is a 5 spots to shovel my sidewalk
it's still within you, I can see it, I think it froze
'cuz you keep cooling it off putting winter in your nose
[Beyond]
Man, I don't know about you no more kid
I mean look at your shit, I mean your shits all off balance
I mean I don't know, your fucking with these drugs and shit
I just don't know, I don't know
Adjustments - they need to be constructed
Adjustments - they need to be constructed
[Verse 3: Slug]
Adjustments they remain, but not just for the purpose of adaption
cuz that's natural, I'm trying to stay alert to actions
surroundings became more dangerous
the more familar i've became with strangers
and the more I've focused on they strangeness
strain with this, but i guess that's out of choice,
he pinned me down, gave me the right to shut up after I used my voice
well guess what? Fuck You
and that's all I wanted to say
go tell your kids about my crew and the next venue we're gonna play
stressed out, but that's nothing new everyone is
and it's gonna stay that way cuz nowadays that's how we're running shit
punishment: that's just another fancy way to say it's time to wake up
fuck your fame I'm trying to build some game for my man Jacob
that's my son
some say spittin' image
same smile different grimace
when grown I hope he's never prone to heed the limits
of life, life probably the biggest word I've ever said,
that says alot cuz there's a whole lot of words inside my head
death almost a quarter deep, still ain't learned to cope
I struggle to see the horizon while I'm hanging from this rope
[Beyond]
Adjustments - they needed to be constructed
Adjustments - they needed to be Constructed
Adjustments
Adjustments - they needed to be Constructed
Adjustments - they needed to be Constructed
Adjustments
Adjustments - they needed to be Constructed
Adjustments - they needed to be Constructed
Adjustments - they needed to be Constructed
Adjustments - they needed to be Constructed
Adjustments - they needed to be Constructed
Adjustments - they needed to be Constructed
(feat. Beyond)
"Adjust"
(feat. Beyond)
[Verse 1: Slug]
I woke up on the wrong side of my head
converts the day into search for awake until I go to bed
I drove up, but misplaced the directions they learned
ignored the arrows and the signs
just follow the sense
I don't know whether or not you can comprehend
levers and knobs got stripped and that was just within the launch of it
they found me up in up to my neck
all they saw was his head on top the ocean
it didn't stop the motion,
they kept goin'
perfect, didn't recognize Slug
or the effects he'd have when he disrupts the class
mission bound, twisting around my realm of lost
cash is expensive, I think O can smell the cost
decomposure, something died right behind that wall
TV gave me all I needed
it only took a phone call
paid by the minute
85%'s a second coming
all over the breasts of she who left the water running
flood the basement, drowned the MC's and centipedes
filed complaints, civil suits and try to sue the sidle tendancies
energy drained, drain plugged -- hence the flood
find the fault line, shift plate, take blame off of Slug
[Beyond]
Adjustments - they need to be constructed,
Adjustments - they need to be constructed,
Adjustments - they need to be constructed,
Adjustments - they need to be constructed,
Adjustments
[Verse 2: Slug]
Aiyo Money lets sit down if you've got the time
cuz if can take the time I've got some substance on my mind
no I don't really know you, but i know who you are
we've spoke a few times, joked a few times
we even toked a few times
I can remember one time purchasing weed from you once
yeah it was worth it
one time we even discussed maybe hooking up and workin'
it didn't happen, but that's not the reason for this
I know I should just get to the point
so lets all get to the point
but lets all get to the point
you may get pissed at what I'm about to spit
bottom line is mad or not somebody needs to say this shit
when I'm finished, you might wanna fight
but I don't wanna fight, i've seen you fight
go ahead get wild, and I'll still smile for bein' right
see me and mics are like marriage -- make's life complete
and you've been fuckin' with nasal drugs renders love obsolete
I dare to speak upon you, not to front on you
but I'd rather address this here matter
than have to duck and shun you
it's getting close to harvest, time to count your livestock
all I've got for a hype is a 5 spots to shovel my sidewalk
it's still within you, I can see it, I think it froze
'cuz you keep cooling it off putting winter in your nose
[Beyond]
Man, I don't know about you no more kid
I mean look at your shit, I mean your shits all off balance
I mean I don't know, your fucking with these drugs and shit
I just don't know, I don't know
Adjustments - they need to be constructed
Adjustments - they need to be constructed
[Verse 3: Slug]
Adjustments they remain, but not just for the purpose of adaption
cuz that's natural, I'm trying to stay alert to actions
surroundings became more dangerous
the more familar i've became with strangers
and the more I've focused on they strangeness
strain with this, but i guess that's out of choice,
he pinned me down, gave me the right to shut up after I used my voice
well guess what? Fuck You
and that's all I wanted to say
go tell your kids about my crew and the next venue we're gonna play
stressed out, but that's nothing new everyone is
and it's gonna stay that way cuz nowadays that's how we're running shit
punishment: that's just another fancy way to say it's time to wake up
fuck your fame I'm trying to build some game for my man Jacob
that's my son
some say spittin' image
same smile different grimace
when grown I hope he's never prone to heed the limits
of life, life probably the biggest word I've ever said,
that says alot cuz there's a whole lot of words inside my head
death almost a quarter deep, still ain't learned to cope
I struggle to see the horizon while I'm hanging from this rope
[Beyond]
Adjustments - they needed to be constructed
Adjustments - they needed to be Constructed
Adjustments
Adjustments - they needed to be Constructed
Adjustments - they needed to be Constructed
Adjustments
Adjustments - they needed to be Constructed
Adjustments - they needed to be Constructed
Adjustments - they needed to be Constructed
Adjustments - they needed to be Constructed
Adjustments - they needed to be Constructed
Adjustments - they needed to be Constructed